Danny Boy

Harry Connick Jr.

oh, danny boy

the pipes, the pipes are calling

from glen to glen

and down the mountainside

the summer's gone

and all the roses falling

it's you, it's you must go

and i must bide



but come ye back

when summer's in the meadow

or when the valley's hushed

and white with snow

it's i'll be here in sunshine

or in shadow

oh, danny boy

oh, danny boy

i love you so



but when ye come

and all the flowers are dying

if i am dead as dead

i well may be ye'll come and find

the place where i am lying

and kneel and say

an ave there for me



and i shall hear

though soft you tread above me

and all my grave

will warmer, sweeter be

and ye shall bend

and tell me that you love me

and i shall sleep in peace

until you come to me